I was ready to be like all good Americans on March 17th. I was ready to pretend to be Irish.
But just like at Halloween, France had other plans for me. I spent Thursday in bed sleeping and watching TV, fighting the evil invasion of bacteria France had unleashed upon me.
Instead of proudly celebrating a Holiday that the French choose to ignore for reasons unknown to me (who doesn't like drinking heavily and wearing green?), France got the better of me.
All wasn't lost however. When FBF came over to check up on me, he wasn't wearing any green whatsoever.
So, I pinched him!